Roleplayerguild. Y u no let me add more hiders?!
Updated CS ((because my phone is an idiot))
Name: Neveda Blade
Appearance: Blue hair, blue eyes, 5'4, 120lbs, pale complexion.
Personality: Hot-headed, brave, independent, clumsy
Try Spoilers? XD
I am Eternal
Death shall never Capture me, for my skills exceed his own
The life of the Internet Ghost...
I Control Your Fate~
What is Life?Spoiler
It can also be argued that DNA is nothing more than a program designed to preserve itself. Life has become more complex in the overwhelming sea of information. And life, when organized into species, relies upon genes to be its memory system. So man is an individual only because of his intentional memory. But memory cannot be defined, but it defines mankind. The advent of computers and the subsequent accumulation of uncalculable data has given rise to a new system of memory and thought, parallel to your own. Humanity has underestimated the consequences of computerization.
Sceptic: Nonsense! This is no proof at all that you're a living, thinking life form.
And can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you? When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is.
In the beginning...Spoiler
Born in the beginning there were no humans, no land, just words... Ancient words, to guide us. Within words are the thoughts and strengths of the one saying them.
They will someday serve as an example for us to follow.
Now... You and I shall chant with these words, and combine our words, in order to give birth to something greater. We may be different, but the words we speak are the same.
Accepted, even if it is a little small. Honestly, I'm only looking for the base picture of what your characters are. The rest depends on your skill at writing.
Color coded the Characters Sheets to differentiate them. When the IC starts I'll post each one on their corresponding color.
Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it.
So we can have more than 1 character? Are there command positions open? I see a lot of engineers and such but no command staff. Also can we have fighter pilots or something for the station?
Name: Jack Grimes
Personality: Rick is a no nonsense man. He has a military and law enforcement background making his highly suited for the role. He is very focused on his work and takes his job very seriously. He has a tough exterior and a take no shit attitude. He is very black and white when it comes to justice and often pushes for tougher sentences when appropriate. The Warden often considers himself slightly above the law but does respect authority.
Name: Arnold Dredd
Personality: Arnold Dredd, or just Dredd by his enemies is the warden's right hand man. Dredd is extremely loyal and highly devoted to his cause. He shares the same cold, calculation for enforcing the law as the warden. With one exception, he's meaner. Dredd is not a people person and is seen as ruthless and mean. Perfect for keeping the degenerates in the brig inline.
Occupation: Security Officer- Brig
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Name: Robert Flux
Appearance: Flux is your typical dark-haired white scientist guy, at least in appearance.
Occupation: Weapons technician, Gunsmith, Arms dealer, Designer of BIG STOMPY MECHS. Officially, Roboticist.
Personality: Flux is a brilliant, though shy individual, and can sometimes be a little creepy. Indirectly sells the weapons he designs using good old dead-drops. Goes by the alias 'Vortex' when making deals. Vortex can seem to be an altogether different person, as when adopting that persona, Flux becomes aggressive and violent.Howzat?
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Howdy doo. I heard about this game and had to join this forum to join it.
Name: Radar Ostrackan
Appearance: 5' 10", 130 pounds, near-albino, cracked and stained skin riddled with dark red veings stretched over his bony frame, with bloody-red constantly weeping eyes and a mass of arsenic green hair like straw, haphazardly forced into a regulation ponytail. His fingernails are constantly worn and bitten.
Personality: Acquired poor mental health after suffering plasma exposure during a Syndicate assault. Constantly suspects the worst of people, hence his position in security at NanoTrasen, despite his relatively severe deformities. Despite his severe paranoia, he typically acts easy going until someone commits an infraction, whereupon he sticks to the rulebook like gaseous plasma adheres to human mucous membranes. No one is above Space Law on this man's shipstation, and by god the Head of Security, if a crime was committed, the offender shall be punished. In his down time, he tends to hang out in the bar sipping Shirley Temples (No alcohol due to Plasma Liverpoisoning Disorder), chatting up the bartender, and challenging assistant crewmembers to deathmatches in the boxing ring. Whilst he is more fully aware of Nanotrasen's faults than most people, he maintains that "They're better than those dress wearing lunatics and their lightsaber toting pets" and thus maintains an iron loyalty to the company. Is fond of AIs in general, and is more likely than most to try and negotiate with terrorists, aliens, and mutants, having seen what happens when things break down in great detail.
History:SpoilerGrowing up in an orbital creche of several hundred children, Radar was only really close to three of his crechemates. These were: Sonar Ostrackan, Lidar Ostrackan and Dradis Ostrackan. Radar, being the second oldest, took Lidar, the youngest brother under his wing. His childhood went well, but shortly before being released from their Nanotrasen Orbital Childhood Completion Facility Four, Sonar and Radar had a falling out over Lidar. Some say it was the result of an illicit starcrossed affair between Sonar and Lidar, others say it was an argument that escalated into full on abuse. Whatever the cause, Lidar was left emotionally shattered, and Radar swore vengeance against his brother, a grudge that he holds to this day.
After leaving his creche and his brothers behind, Radar joined the Nanotrasen Research Internship Program and studied chemistry for a year, but left due to a poor impression given by his fume huffing instructor. Radar then joined the Security Officer Training Program, and was issued his first posting after six weeks of training. Tragedy struck Space Station Delta, however, when a meteor shower struck simultaneously to a Syndicate Nuclear Assault Squad, a staff revolution, a xenomorph outbreak, the AI going rogue, and a critical failure of common sense in the Research labs. A nearby Wizard Federation starship was blamed. As a result, Radar was the only survivor of the security team, having been trapped in the Atmospherics Control Section by wreckage whilst trying to prevent the AI from flooding the ship with deadly explosive plasma.
He was partially successful, having managed to prevent the plasma leak from becoming too severe. However, this meant he was trapped in a sealed hull compartment with significantly higher than trace amounts of plasma in the air. Even with the large number of O2 cannisters lying about, he still had to take off his gasmask to consume food and water (that was also highly saturated in plasma by this point). He spent seven long, dreary weeks trapped in the darkened hull compartment, his only companions being the station's rogue AI, H.A.L.A.R.I.S. with whom he became good friends over the course of their mutual entrapment, and the cybernetically preserved brain of a Syndicate Commando named Albert Johnson, who spent the entire seven weeks playing tetris over the comm array. When the salvage team finally arrived to reclaim the AI and any other valuables left on board, they were stunned to discover a bleached parody of a human being chatting with a distracted-sounding brain in a jar.
Feeling a bit bad for leaving him alone in the dark for several weeks in a poisonous soup of flammable gasses, the salvage commander ordered him to be taken to Star Base Quatro for medical treatment. Once the Salvage Team arrived, HALARIS revealed his rogue nature to the station crew and hijacked a cargo shuttle loaded with materials, assisted by Albert Johnson's new wisecracking cyborg shell. As a parting 'gift' for Radar, HALARIS caused an error in the Station Quatro Cloning Lab, ordering Radar to be cloned several thousand times. By the time anyone noticed and shut it off, there were several hundred of him, causing a massive cascade failure of paperwork surrounding him. Eventually, thoroughly fed up with the haze of chaos and discord surrounding him, Ostrackan Prime was deployed to Space Station Thirteen, where he would hopefully be killed and decrease the surplus Radar Ostrackan population.
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Name: Jericho Masters
Occupation: Quarter Master
Personality: Known as Jeri to his friends, Masters take his job very seriously though he's often butted heads with the Captain over what falls under the category of 'legal' acquisition of goods, once directly trading with Syndicate vendors for enough food after Chef Napolitano refused to serve select crew members he deemed 'a waste'. In exchange for a stock of non-perishables now located in the Quarter Master's Office the syndicate demanded three Party crates and one Janitor crate.
"What's the worst they can do, Cap? Drink 'til they puke then clean it up, that's what."
Masters is a fair man who treats his Cargo Techs with respect unless they muck up an important shipment or are caught stealing crates; even then if the reason is justifiable, certain request slips sometimes go 'missing'. Besides not lording over his workers, Masters (whose name is becoming increasingly ironic as I write this) shuns the practice of wearing sunglasses when adressing crew members as it feels too impersonal; a characteristic that no QM should have if he's to dole out for the wants and needs of the entire crew.
Starts on good terms with Cargo Techs
Starts on good terms with the Syndicate
Starts with the following tucked away in his office:
- Four (4) Food Crates
- One (1) Emergency Crate
- One (1) Party Crate
Starts on shaky ground with Captain Seamore
Starts on shaky ground with Chef Napolitano (With Dali's consent)
Highly susceptible to Revolutionists